Evelyn stood across from him, eyes steady but guarded. “I assume this is about the photo.”
Auden didn’t respond immediately. He set the tablet down on the edge of the desk, eyes still fixed on her—not with his usual cold detachment, but something quieter. Something closer to concern.
He exhaled slowly, and when he finally spoke, his voice had a strange warmth to it. Not soft, exactly, but deliberate. Measured. Sincere.
“I’ll handle it,” he said. “Every single one of those images will be taken down. Scrubbed from everywhere.”
Evelyn searched his face, surprised. “That won’t be easy. Or cheap.”
“I didn’t ask how difficult it would be,” he said, stepping around the desk. “I said I’d handle it.”
She blinked.
There was no edge in his voice. No irritation. Just a quiet promise laced with
